Man, what dumb luck. I hiked out to my tree stand this morning before the crack of dawn. Right at first light, I spotted two small bulls crossing this meadow about 200 yards to the West of my stand. They were crossing the meadow from North to South and not staying in one place long enough for me to verify if they were legal spikes or forks. I pulled out an old moose scapula from my backpack and raked it up and down a few times on the tree to try to coax them in a little closer. Almost immediately the bigger of the two bulls began walking my direction. It closed the distance to about 100 yards and it was starting to get light enough now that I could just about see his antlers clearly enough to verify if he was legal. To the best of my ability I was fairly certain he was a fork, but I was still not 100%. If I had to put a number on it, I would say it was a 95% chance that he was legal, and 5% chance he was not.
So just then, almost as quickly as he appeared out of nowhere, he turned, faced South, and walked into the timber never to be seen again. A few moments later, the other bull followed him and disappeared. I hate that when that kinda thing happens to me. Any of you have similar stories you would like to share? I have plenty of them. I hate it when you know that there was a really good chance it was legal and you pass it up anyway, just to be on the safe side. It makes me even madder when I think of some of the people I know that wouldn't have thought twice about shooting it and lying about it if it wasn't legal.
How about you guys? Anybody got similar stories they would like to tell?